[ Physically, he relishes the slam against the wall. He even relishes the blazing glare at him.
The words, on the other hand, make him slip one step closer to the ever-yawning abyss of self-hate that he has barely crawled out of, and some of the light leaves his eyes. This is his doing. He did betray promises, and he did leave Sephiroth alone, and he deserves this.
But he doesn't look away, or let the hurt show much beyond that. His hands come up to the small of Sephiroth's back, beneath the wing. ]
Got it.
[ He is not here for himself, after all. He is here for Sephiroth, and to begin to atone by alleviating this loneliness. He is just... very, very far from even beginning that atonement, very obviously.
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The words, on the other hand, make him slip one step closer to the ever-yawning abyss of self-hate that he has barely crawled out of, and some of the light leaves his eyes. This is his doing. He did betray promises, and he did leave Sephiroth alone, and he deserves this.
But he doesn't look away, or let the hurt show much beyond that. His hands come up to the small of Sephiroth's back, beneath the wing. ]
Got it.
[ He is not here for himself, after all. He is here for Sephiroth, and to begin to atone by alleviating this loneliness. He is just... very, very far from even beginning that atonement, very obviously.
That doesn't shake his resolve.
Nor cool his desire. ]